Vengeance in His Bed novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165: The Ultimate Defense

Dorrent leaned his hip against the edge of her bed frame, his hand still pressing firmly against his bleeding stomach to stem the pain. He looked down at her, his silver eyes dark and deeply conflicted. "How can you stand there and say that to my face, Jannah? I literally walked through a storm of high-caliber bullets yesterday just to keep those men from dragging you away. I saved you from a brutal kidnapping, and this is the thanks I get?"

"Maybe those kidnappers would have treated me better!" Jannah shrieked back, her fingers clutching the hospital blankets tightly against her chest as her dark eyes burned into his. "Unlike you, who always manipulates me, always corners me, and treats me like a biological object! At least with them, I would know exactly who my enemy is, instead of being forced to sleep in the bed of a psychopath!"

"You truly are an ungrateful little dog," Dorrent muttered, his voice dropping into a rare, quiet gravity. He took a slow, painful breath, his eyes softening as he looked down at the fierce, beautiful tilt of her jaw. "But... I don’t care. I am just happy to see you doing well, Jannah. Seeing you breathing safely is enough."

Jannah froze.

The words echoed through the quiet hospital room, sounding entirely different from his usual arrogant, dominant frequency. He sounded completely sincere. The deep, heavy tone of his voice carried a raw, vulnerable warmth that she had never heard from him before. For a brief, terrifying second, Jannah felt her stubborn heart melt. A strange, suffocating warmth bloomed in her chest as she realized that this terrifying, S-tier god genuinely, truly cared about her well-being. He had almost died for her, and he was standing here bleeding just to make sure she was okay.

Dorrent watched the sudden shift across her features. He saw the wild fury in her dark eyes soften, replaced by a stunned, enlightened vulnerability.

And instantly, a cold dread struck his own chest.

The realization hit Dorrent like a physical blow, making his internal instincts flare with sudden panic. He saw the realization in her face, and it terrified him to his very core. He looked and sounded desperate. He was standing there looking like a pathetic, weak Alpha who was begging for the affection of a slum girl. He couldn’t admit it—not to her, and certainly not to himself. He was utterly terrified to acknowledge the depth of how much he actually cared for this girl’s life beyond his own pride. He couldn’t let her know the true reason.

A cold, cynical smirk intentionally cut across his handsome face, completely erasing the sincerity from his eyes as he sought to protect his crumbling defense.

"At least... I still have someone to fuck," Dorrent added carelessly, his voice returning to that smooth, mocking frequency that always made her blood boil. He let out a dark, amused chuckle, leaning in slightly closer. "I put my life on the line because I would hate for my favorite little enemy to get stolen before I am thoroughly done enjoying her skin. I need that sexy body completely whole for my physical satisfaction every night."

The fragile warmth that had briefly bloomed in Jannah’s chest was instantly crushed into dust, replaced by a roaring fire of humiliation and fury. Her face turned bright red, her teeth grinding together so hard her jaw ached.

"As expected of you," Jannah delivered in a freezing, trembling whisper, her dark eyes flashing with deep scorn. "You are nothing but a disgusting, primitive beast. You only ever care about the satisfaction of your own cock."

With a sharp, furious twist of her torso, Jannah aggressively pulled the blankets over her shoulders and turned her back completely to him, facing the wall to shut him out of her sight.

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